Chapter 233. The List

Harry was on his feet, his heart pounding so hard that it felt like it was loud enough for him to hear. 

The gun remained pointed, his eyes trained on the door of the basement. Sweat flowed down his face easily, and his chest heaved up and down. His mouth was so dry, and he felt like crying, honestly.

For a second, it seemed like the world stood still as he waited, waiting for either of these two things: certain death or surviving the most traumatic moment of his life.

Then it happened. 

The door opened. But it was not what he was expecting. It was not broken down or anything. It was like whoever opened it knew the code.

Malek walked in with ease, a smile on his face. When he saw his victim, his heart jumped with glee, and he got so f*cking excited. When Harry had run away from him, it had awakened something in him…almost like the adrenaline that awakens in a lion when a deer runs away from it.

But seeing the gun escalated this. It had Malek ev